After more than twenty years, someone still managed to find Ling Rong, even rallying her grandmother. The person who came had not only great means but also meticulous thinking, leaving almost no clues behind. It seems this adversary is formidable.
Ye Tian sneered.
Descending from the temple, Ye Tian did not run into the little monk and Zhang Ling'er, feeling somewhat disappointed in his heart.
"Do you know about the Heaven Mystic Sect?" Ye Tian asked Xiaoqian.
"Yeah."
"What kind of place is it?"
"It's where Ling Rong is from," Xiaoqian answered naively, "The one you slashed to death with one strike."
"Do you have anything you don't know?" Ye Tian stopped walking and stared at Xiaoqian, suddenly feeling that this little loli knew too much. Wasn't he being a bit too hasty trusting her so easily?
"I just know," Xiaoqian said matter-of-factly, not understanding why Ye Tian's expression looked so troubled.
